i was just a feather, drifting on a still lake.
waiting for a long time.
and then a small wooden boat was slowly passing by, gently creeping in.
a man with kind, sweet, loving eyes picked the feather up.

"my, my, my.. how is a feather, so light, and beautiful, not in the sky with a mighty bird? have you cried many story's, and whispered many screams?"

He put the feather in the pocket close to his heart.
rowed all the way home.
the feather looked up and wondered..

"why am i important, i fell because i dont matter anymore, no longer needed. i am not worthy of love.."

And almost if he had herd the feather;

"you are a beautiful thing, just because you were no longer needed, dosent mean you have no other meaning's."

He smiled. and oh his smile was amazing, it was worth more then flying.
then the feather seen the young man, pull out a box
this box looked important, and great.
he opened it and said..

"this box is like my heart.. and i will put you in here, forever. and when i die, the box will live forever. i promise, you will never be alone."